A wolf on the run
Tired of running from the past, Connor Burrows is working his way home to Los Lobos. He knows he needs to face his family and finally come to terms with the horrors of their shared past. When he stops in the small town of Franklin, the last thing he expects to find is a lone wolf who smells like perfection and takes no prisoners. Trapped by the beast inside
Bailey Clarke is a freak of nature, her father has told her so since she was a little girl. Hiding the beast inside grows harder every day. When a handsome, charming, infuriating stranger rides into town, he threatens to destroy the carefully constructed walls she uses to protect herself, and everyone else around her.

A man on a mission
Connor is determined to claim Bailey as his mate. His dominant nature loves the challenge this sparky little wolf presents both in and out of bed. He won’t let anything stand between them – not her father, and certainly not Bailey’s own fears and doubts.

Tamed by the wolf within
Bailey sees what her life could be, if she can only learn to trust for the first time in her life. Before she can accept Connor as her mate, she will have to repair the broken bond between herself and her wolf. Will her secrets destroy their chance at happiness?

A race against time
Newly mated, Connor and Bailey find themselves in a fight for their lives. Family ties will prove their deadliest threat and their greatest salvation.

“What’s
your story, little wolf? You smell so delicious, I’m half out of my mind for
you, and yet there’s no trace of pack on you. No scent of any male on your skin
either, which is good because I’d hate to have to kill someone for touching
what is mine.” Such dark, violent words should have disgusted her, but they
didn’t. They spoke to the animal instincts she’d battled against her whole
life.

Wolf.

He used
the word so casually, as though shifting from human to beast was perfectly
natural. Nothing to be ashamed of, not the dirty secret she’d been raised to
see it as. “What are you?” She gasped, but, in her heart, she already knew.

He
gripped her chin in a fierce hold, twisting her neck to the edge of pain so he
could stare her in the eye. “I am a wolf, the same as you. A member of the Tao
pack. We reside deep in the Black Hills.” His eyes narrowed, the cool gray
darkening to charcoal. “You must recognize one of your own. My wolf knows
yours, lover. Knows you are our mate.”

She
wrenched her chin from his bruising hold, bracing her hands against the edge of
her desk. She shoved hard until the huge antique piece scraped against the
burnished wooden floor. The gap she created offered an escape route, and she
leapt away from the decadent heat of his body. The scent, the feel of him
scrambled her brains. She held out her hand to ward him off when he started to
approach. “Stay back, just stay back and let me think, goddammit!” His eyes
fixed on her heaving chest as she panted, and she snapped her fingers angrily.
“Hey! My face is up here!”

A slow,
lazy, grin curled his plump lips, drawing her attention to their softness. They
were the only soft-looking thing about him. His big body looked carved of pure
muscle, his thick arms and legs straining the seams of his clothing. He had a
presence about him, too, a surety and confidence in the way he held himself.
She found his arrogance equal parts annoying and delicious.